The True Dream

By Chie Theresa Fujioka

often
when Sleep resides
in the
     hidden |c|o|r|r|i|d|o|r|s| of my mind
I see
     v i s i o n s
those of
     horror beauty shame love terror grace

of all
     emotion
my being
     hero and coward
my loves
     wilted flower and blooming garden
my joys
     spring breeze and stagnant fountain
-All these I feel-
And when
     my visit is suspended
never to be complete
I am
changed
I am old
i am but born
I am fresh
i am worn
I am loved
i am forlorn
I am peaceful
i am torn
I am complete
i am of all shorn

all This comes to pass
though the world is v a s t
ALL i have seen
and everywhere been
i live in a Dream
reality Does seem
the Imagined realm

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